Lyrical Breakdown of Da Graveyard - A Journey through Words and Rhymes

Welcome to the detailed analysis of "Da Graveyard" on Lazyjot. Here, we unravel the lyrical complexity and artistic brilliance that define this iconic song.

• Lyric Overview: Witness how Big L weaves words into powerful emotions and vivid imagery. From intricate rhyme schemes to compelling storytelling, every line in "Da Graveyard" is a testament to masterful songwriting.
• Rhyme and Rhythm Analysis: Our Lazyjot editor highlights the ingenious use of multi-syllabic rhymes and the rhythm pattern that Big L employs. Understand the construction of each verse and how it contributes to the song's overall impact.
• Syllable Pattern Insights: Dive deeper into the structural elements of the lyrics. See how the syllable count varies across the song, adding a unique rhythm and flow to Big L's narrative.

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It's the number one crew in the area The Big L be lightin' niggas like incense Gettin' men lynched, too intense, I'm killin' infants for ten cents Cause I'm a street genius with a unique penis Got fly chicks on my dick that don't even speak English I'm makin' ducks shed much tears, I buck queers I don't have it all upstairs but who the fuck cares? I'm grabbin' brews takin' fast swiggas I get cash and stash figures and harass them bitch ass niggas After you your man'll get scarred next And if your squad flex I'm lettin' off like Bernard Goetz A Tec-9 is my utensil Fillin' niggas with so much lead they can use they dick for a pencil I'm known for snatchin' purses and bombin' churches I get more pussy by accident than most niggas get on purpose I got drug spots from New York to Canada Cause Big L be fuckin' with more keys than a janitor Now it's the dictator who's style is greater It's the man with more wild flavors than motherfuckin' Now & Laters And rappers I hit 'em well They automatically go to heaven fuckin' with me cause I give 'em hell So don't try to front troop When your style is played out just like an Oshkosh jumpsuit I'm out to collect figures I'm on some Wu-Tang shit so protect your fucking neck nigga Not a role model I'm a bad figure When it comes to rap I got skills out the ass nigga I got it locked like a warden Rap without Finesse is like the NBA without Jordan So all ya new jacks kickin' wack raps It's a fact that I'll be on your fuckin' back like a knapsack It ain't shit you can tell me Because bitches still gel me without a motherfuckin' LP It's the number one crew in the area "Known for sendin' garbage MCs to the graveyard" Yo I got a death wish That's why I talk so much fuckin' shit I want these bitch motherfuckers to try to flip So I can fill up this clip And stick the gun between they lips like a cigarette And let 'em smoke the four fifth Ah fool, ah goodbye no need to try to lie or cry It's time for motherfuckers to die Because to me death is like sex And if my brain was a deck of cards I'd be missing a whole deck Strap up a Mac clack clack motherfuckers are runnin' like rats The blind bats are fuckin' crazed cats Cause the Microphone Nut's loose And you're wonderin' how the fuck did this madman get cut loose From 25 consecutive 25 to life bids For murderin' up some fuckin' white kids These were the kids of the prison guards Then I startin' killin' squads of prison guards in the prison yard One two everybody's through The Microphone Nut flew over the prison walls without a clue And now I'm back to haunt shit and talk shit Whoever flaunt shit I leave 'em unconscious I run through ya with a maneuver and German luger Wreck like Das EFX straight out the fuckin' sewer Please show me where the crack is at While they quarter crack the sack I crack they backs like Cracker Jacks So I'm the one you should run from Because the Microphone Nut is like a motherfuckin' stun gun The way I rock no way you could stop I shock pop and drop when Jay gets hot When I'm in the zone better hold ya own Cause I like to break when I finish a poem Pound for p-p-pound the best around No way you can get up when I get down I shake rattle and roll and wreck shit like none And beat a nigga ass half silly on the one Fuckin' A fuckin' Jay ill with skill So ladies step up I get around like a wheel I'm never chokin' off chronic skills are bionic Bitches are screaming like Onyx Respect that I'll peel a punks cap back and sign it Creep through your block fuck a Glock I step Through your neighborhood armed with nothing but a rep I'm giving these ladies something they can feel cause I'm real Ya man get outta line and it's kill kill kill Yo you step up and you'll get played like the small fry I'm throwin' niggas off the roof said you wanna be the Fall Guy So mess around you'll be a dead man I get hype tonight's the night like Redman Nuff respect to Big L who get wreck Chiggidy check yourself cause I ain't workin' with a full deck I'm lethal, eatin' people Not Jeffery Dahmer I'm the sequel, head or gut like Illegal So what cha want? Yo I'm strapped with the gats step up plap plap I'm leavin' caps in your back fool I rip tracks wanna say peace to hip hop A nigga disagree bring it on and get dropped I get wreck I'm Party Arty so hit the deck The kid with the Tec smokin' niggas like cigarettes Now some ask me how I'm gettin' jewels I say big up big up it's a stick up stick up I stick and move And that's how we do. So I.U. grab the gat and let loose Yo rat tat tat I got the gat cocked Nigga we ghost man a punk? I let it roast and leave your pussy ass comatose I'm shootin' up like the west is Fuck suggestions I'll blow out a niggas intestines Better dip fast quick fast or you won't last One blast will put your ass in a body cast And I be killin' for rep get ill in a sec Nine mil on your neck blood spill is still in effect Constantly comittin' grand larceny Arsony niggas don't want no parts of me Never past up a fast buck ask the last duck His jewels was truck he got his ass stuck So what the fuck is you sayin' hops? I'm wanted for slayin' cops Who's ever around when I be sprayin' drops But I ain't givin' a fuck who gets hit Niggas coppin' pleas but I ain't tryin' to hear shit I'll burn you faggot niggas like toast If you die and come back I shoot your spirit Now your ass is just a holy ghost You tried to play me to the left You better put a target on your head Cause you're marked for death